The Boy and I were fishing in Tommy Thompson park today when we were visited by a real expert. The fellow turned up, we said our hellos, and he looked around for a moment. We'd been there about fifteen minutes already, and I'd suspected that there were some good size (likely bass) lurking under a particular floating patch of weeds.
This fellow pointed to that same spot and pointed that out to me. I looked at him in amazement: he hadn't even unpacked his rod yet! I guess if you do this sport enough, you can read the water at little more than a glance.